Page 111 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

What if Zenith bled out before someone could help?

Emre trembled, trying to imagine a life without Zenith. His mind shied away from the thought. Zenith had become a source of comfort, of happiness. He always smiled so brightly wheneverhe saw the pups; he loved to crouch down low to bring himself to the pups’ eye level. He had held Abbie and changed Bean’s diapers, he had sat with Emre for hours when the pups wouldn’t stop crying.

To lose an alpha like that, the only alpha in the world that Emre trusted with his life, his pups’ lives...

It shook the very foundations of his existence, much more than he thought it would.

Did he... love Zenith?

“Zenith,” Emre whispered, his voice cracking.

Zenith looked up and met his gaze.

“Please don’t die on me,” Emre said.

Zenith’s lips quirked. “What, you don’t want the inheritance?”

Emre shuddered. “No! Don’t joke about that.”

To his relief, Zenith grew serious. “I wasn’t sure you’d want what I have in my hoard, anyway. Aside from the gold.”

Actually, it had been weeks since Emre had moved in, and he hadn’t even had a peek. “What else is in there?”

Zenith made a face. “It’s embarrassing.”

Huxton coughed lightly. “All the more reason why Scribbly Consort should know.”

Zenith glowered.

“Well, if you don’t want me telling himallabout your hoard, you should read him some pickup lines,” Huxton said cheerfully.

“Hux, I’mbleeding out.”

“Hush, it’s not that bad.” Huxton straightened his shoulders. “I can read the lines on your behalf, Scribbly Master. Does it help that I’m naked?”

“No,” Zenith said.

Huxton cleared his throat anyway. “When springtime ejaculates all over the world, covering it in fertile seed, the flower of my heart will bloom for you, revealing the love nectar in its throbbing core. I will spread my petals to receive your pulsating love, and hold you so tenderly to my heaving bosom. My love will spill out of my nipples to nourish you with eternal youth. Open your mouth and be ready to receive my tender rosebud.”

Emre’s mouth fell open. “Did you actually memorize that?”

Zenith groaned. “Why is this my life? Myballsare shriveling; that was so terrible.”

Huxton looked down hopefully. “Did it also shrivel up your wounds?”

“Why...” Zenith sighed. “I don’t want to know why you thought that.”

“Think of all the potential applications,” Huxton said, perking up. “These lines could be healing spells. Recite them to someone on their deathbed and they’ll feel so strongly that they’ll make an immediate recovery.”

“Only because they feel so repulsed,” Zenith said. “They’d heal faster to avoid hearing more lines.”

“Or maybe it’ll send them to an earlier grave,” Emre said.

Huxton sniffed disdainfully. “We’ll ask Uriel for hisprofessional opinionwhen he shows up.”

Bruiser arrived first,in a fire truck. He left the lights flashing and strode into the alley, glancing around. “Doc’s on his way. I’ll clear the area.”

“Thanks,” Zenith said.